Mellow...

Our oldest, Dawson, had his first sleep-over birthday party last night. It was cool for him. We got the sleeping bag, the backpack with his pj's and toothbrush - he was set for the big event. His brother, however, was NOT looking forward to the big event. Even though he got his own new sleeping bag and was going to camp out in Mom and Dad's room, the fact that he wasn't invited really stressed him. Truthfully, it wasn't the invite that bothered him, it was the absence of his best friend and big brother. As we dropped Dawson off at the party, Ethan said he felt like he was going to cry because he missed Dawson.
We tried to quickly get Friday night pizza night back on track by asking Ethan where he wanted to go for pizza. Now we have never gone to the Mellow Mushroom for pizza...making us Towne Lake parental outcasts. While in Chattanooga a last week on winter break, that changed as we enjoyed pizza at the downtown Chattanooga Mellow Mushroom. This primed the pump for a night-at-the-Woodstock Mellow Mushroom. Ethan said this was where he wanted to go for our pizza night tradition. Then he thought a minute. "No. I don't want Dawson to miss our first time at Mellow Mushroom." Sitting in the front seat of the van, I teared up at this very self-less attitude of my middle son. He wanted to wait until we could all go together. So for this week...pizza night is Saturday night @ Mellow Mushroom....with all of the Bragg family present!